<preparing to slow roast...>
Damn. I just *knew* I shouldn't have trusted them pigeons! <actually, *i* told you three times not to use pigeons. you ignored me>
You didn't mention your new boy friend liked pigeons so much. <duh. he's a peregrine. do the math>
I did. 10 pigeons, one falcon. *One* of them should have made it through... <*whistles innocently*>
What? <nothing>
Out with it. <i had a little party. bbq for the holiday, you know, invited a few buddies...>
*face palms* <*snickers*>
Sorry, TAD. I *did* send the invite, though. I swear.
<...some slow squab>